Cyndi spent all of her money trying to make it to the big time
Trying to make it to the sunshine, trying to get away from me
She packed every single belonging in an old Chevy Nova
She slammed the driver’s door, then she gave the bird to me
As that Nova sped away, throwing dust and gravel in the Georgia clay
I had a feeling that she’d be back some day
Roger wilco Cyndi, you’re coming in loud and clear
You fired off you guns and then you stowed your gear
Sixteen miles a gallon and two greasy spoons a day
That’ll eat a hole in your wallet girl and teach you to pray
Pray the transmission don’t blow, pray the fan belt holds
Al least until you’ve made your getaway
If California’s the goal, you better pray your luck don’t fold
Because high and dry won’t get you where you want to go
Roger wilco Cyndi, you’re coming in loud and clear
Tighten up that rubber band ‘til you’re away from here
Well Cyndi called last week to tell me that she made L.A.
She had stars ion her eyes and fifty bucks to her name
She said whatever you do, don’t you tell nobody that you’ve heard from me
They can find out what happened when they see me on the silver screen
Well I hope that Cyndi won’t change her name and that somehow she could just stay the same
But knowing her she’ll get caught in the Hollywood game
Roger wilco Cyndi, you’re coming in loud and clear
I don’t ever want to see that Nova back around here
Roger wilco Cyndi, you’re coming in loud and clear
You better not ever let me catch that Nova back around here
Margo Price's latest album tackles loss, failure, and freedom over lush pop, psychedelic country, and rock arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2023